The lady who is a miracle doctor arrives and makes the general blush and his heart beats

The scene suddenly changed, and the scene changed from the beautiful imperial garden in spring to the Xiangning Hall, the residence of emperors of all dynasties.

"Cough cough cough..."

The middle-aged man was wearing a brown-red soft silk pajamas and sitting on the dragon couch. His face was pale and his expression was tired. He covered his mouth with a garnet brocade handkerchief and coughed a few times from time to time.

"Your Majesty, the prince is here," the chamberlain said.

The middle-aged man lingering on the sickbed is Jin Shang. His name is Zhao Zhong. Zhao Zhong said to the chamberlain: "The prince is coming in."

Not long after, King Qinghe came to the dragon couch and said, "I pay my respects to your Majesty."

Zhao Zhong told King Qinghe not to be polite and sent the servants out. There were only two brothers in the palace.

"Xiao Si, come here and sit here." Zhao Zhong patted the edge of the bed to signal King Qinghe.

King Qinghe said with a touch of alienation in his tone, "I obey your order."

"You and I are brothers, not monarchs and ministers." Zhao Zhong coughed a few times, "Why are you still separated from your brother?"

"Brother..." King Qinghe murmured. He couldn't remember the last time he called his brother how many years ago.

Zhao Zhong's memory suddenly returned to many years ago, and he was a little sentimental, "Brother, you haven't called me brother for a long time."

Hearing these words, King Qinghe sighed. Yes, it seemed that he had not called His Majesty brother for many years.

"elder brother."

King Qinghe looked at Zhao Zhong blankly. The call of his brother was very natural, but the feeling it gave him was no longer the same as before.

"Xiao Si, Xi'er is calm, wise, possessing both political integrity and talent. He will be a wise king in the future. My brother's health is failing. After your brother dies, you must assist Xi'er well."

"elder brother……"

King Qinghe woke up suddenly, but his eyes were completely black, and he felt that the corners of his eyes were moist.

"Brother." He thought he was still in a dream.

Princess Qinghe was awakened by King Qinghe's voice, "My lord, did you dream about the late emperor?"

She knew that King Qinghe and the late emperor had a deep brotherhood and were siblings. The late empress dowager committed suicide. King Qinghe and the late emperor were not favored by His Majesty Zhenzong. When they were young, he and the late emperor were neglected. It was normal for them to have no clothes on their bellies. They were brothers. The two supported each other and grew up safely amidst the oppression and harsh treatment of the wise concubine.

The late emperor also suffered a lot in his youth and suffered from hidden health problems. In addition, he was tired for many years after he ascended the throne. He died in his forties.

King Qinghe woke up from his dream. He hadn't dreamed about his brother for a long time. During the time when his brother died, he often dreamed about the past, and his brother was in the dream. Later, for some reason, he never dreamed of his brother again.

In the dream, his brother asked him to help Xi'er well. This is what his brother said to him before he died.

Xi'er is Zhao Xi's nickname.

King Qinghe gave a faint hum and asked Princess Qinghe to continue sleeping, but when he closed his eyes, he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

"He can massacre Huo Qing's whole family for the sake of the Northern Army. Will he care about my position in the future?"

King Qinghe suddenly remembered what the late emperor had said, and a different emotion flashed across his eyes. No one could see clearly in the darkness what his emotion represented.

Brother, do you distrust me or am I suspicious of you?

It's just that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

……

In August, golden osmanthus is fragrant.

In the corridor of Guanju Pavilion, Hua Fushu ordered someone to set up a rocking chair, set up a small table, and put out fruit and vegetable refreshments.

In the afternoon of autumn, the sun is gentle but not harsh. I lie on the rocking chair, nibbling sweet fruits, eating exquisite and delicious snacks, and drinking a cup of bright yellow osmanthus tea.

I have to say that Hua Fushu is used to enjoying it.

There are no family chores to worry about, the husband is not at home, and there are no children to take care of. Such a life is really comfortable.

It's so leisurely, so leisurely, cherish it, cherish it and cherish it.

She asked Sanqiao to squeeze her shoulders. Sanqiao had learned massage and the pressure made her feel very comfortable.

"Madam, all the hidden stakes nearby have been removed. There shouldn't be anyone else taking over in a short time. There is nothing suspicious about the candidates coming in and out of our house." Sanqiao pressed his master's shoulder while reporting to the house. Case.

"very good."

Sanqiao did everything properly, Hua Fushu was relieved. She raised her head and looked at the sky, which was blue and clean. "Don't relax on the precautions you should take. You see it was so bright and sunny that day. Maybe it will turn around at some time." "It's always sunny before the storm."

Sanqiao understood, "Hey, I have been away for so long. I don't know when I will come back. It seems that it is almost the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"I'm afraid the riots in Songzhou won't be so easy to put down. Didn't I receive a letter from him a few days ago? He said he wouldn't come back so soon. I don't expect him to come back for the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Speaking of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Hua Fulu suddenly thought of the reunion cakes made by the Moon Worshiper, "What kind of reunion cakes should we make at our house during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Sanqiao said, "The reunion cakes made by Mrs. Yuan in the kitchen are the most beautiful and delicious. I went to the kitchen for a walk yesterday. Mrs. Yuan said that the house should prepare reunion cakes with various fillings, just like what Miss Hua likes to eat. There are five-nut fillings, lotus paste fillings that Madam Dugu eats, bean paste fillings, sesame ham fillings, some are sweet, some are salty, and of course there is something you like, girl."

Not knowing where Yue Zheng was having fun, he rushed into Guanju Pavilion and rushed towards where Hua Fushu was. He stretched out his hand in front of Hua Fushu and said, "Sister, eat the cake."

Hua Fushu sat up and said, "Who gave you the cake?"

Yue Zheng said while eating the cake, "Grandpa gave it to me."

The 'grandpa' mentioned by Yue Zheng refers to the old general of Feiyuan.

Yes, during this period, Yue Zheng ran to Feiyuan again and again.

At the beginning, Hua Fushu was worried that the old general's fierce appearance would scare Yue Zheng. She even went to the Feiyuan to check and make sure that Yue Zheng was not scared to tears.

Maybe it was because there were a few people missing from the family, and the old general was not used to it. He changed from his usual fierce demeanor and became much kinder. When Yue Zheng went to play in the Feiyuan, the old general was also patient with Yue Zheng and didn't mind Yue Zheng being noisy. , and also took good care of Yue Zheng.

Whenever I see Hua Fushu, my granddaughter-in-law, she always looks kind and cheerful, and from time to time I ask her about Ye Zelin's current situation.

Naturally, Hua Fushu did not dare to tell the old general about Ye Zelin's stay in the north. He only told him that Ye Zelin was fighting chaos in Songzhou and his return date was uncertain.

The old general also asked if Ye Zelin had sent any letters back.

Hua Fushu said no, but the old general didn't believe it. He must have said that Hua Fushu was hiding his grandson's letters and wouldn't show them to him.

In fact, Ye Zelin had sent a letter back, and his letter was delivered to her by Jiang Li. Because it involved matters in the north, Hua Fushu could only tell the old general that he had no idea.

The old general didn't know why he was so mad and insisted on asking Hua Fushu to show him Ye Zelin's letter.

Hua Fushu had no choice but to agree to show it to him.

Fortunately, she was familiar with Ye Zelin's small regular script, so it was extremely easy to forge a letter.

The old general was not familiar with Ye Zelin's handwriting, so he naturally couldn't recognize that it was a forgery.